Half of Lu Laocan's head was missing, and the remaining half was stained red with blood. The white brain matter was splattered everywhere. His eyes were hanging on his face, dangling, and his life was gone.
The prodigal Yan Shisan and Lu Laocan followed Liu Wei'an at the same time. They were among the earliest generals. Along the way, they faced many crises and came from the brink of death countless times. Every time they thought they were He was about to die, but he survived every time. After experiencing too much, he became a little numb. Both of them thought it would always be like this. Yan Shisan never thought that one day, Old Can Lu would die.
Lu Laocan's body fell from mid-air and hit the ground hard. It also hit Yan Shisan's heart. At that moment, he felt that his blood had solidified. If eyes could kill, the Yaksha who killed Lu Laocan would have been dead for thousands of years. Full of wounds, Yan Shisan took a deep breath and concentrated on dealing with the Yaksha in front of him.
Chapter end
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